"Now I'm not usually the kind of guy who dwells in the past-". Negans' voice trailed off, as Allison snuck a look at the mass of flesh that used to be Glenn. Her right gloved forever stained with his blood, she kept her eyes on Negan now, never breaking his gaze. She stared him down the whole time, during his speech, during his game, every stroke of the bat, even when the slushing noise became louder and louder until it was mere dirt he was bludgeoning. Even now as he triumphed over them she would stare at him, Allison needed to see this, understand it at its core. This was the world we all lived in now, and she was an essential part of it.
She knew Negan, in her past life. Seeing him swaying in front of them now she came to the realization that minus the bat, he hadn't really changed a bit. Negan rants on "-but I counted the men you killed in your damn shenanigans, 121 guys, and gals I should say people!" his voice rose as he went on accusing " but I know it was one of you that killed most of them, they weren't just killed, they were snipped down and slaughtered. Now that takes a special person. Someone I know is kneeling her before me tonight." He stepped forward and pulled the bat front and center once again. " And I Bet It's You…." His bat stopped in front of Allison's face. The bat seemed to stare her down as if it was really the woman he claimed it to be. " Now I know it was you!" he exclaimed, every word inching the bat closer and closer to her. " I beat the goddamn heads in of your two buddies here, I said you losers could cry but you stone-cold stared me and Lucille down." "You looked death straight in the damn face and said, I want to fuck you:" "now take that shit off your face!" he gestured with the bat to her flight goggles and bandana she wore around her lower face. Allison didn't hesitate and pulled away her cover, reveling her appearance to him. " Well HOLY SHIT! How'd I know it would be you."
He recognized her, how couldn't he, they had known each other for years. It was before the world went to shit but it was still time, just not as valuable. Though never getting to know each other much, their paths crossed every day. Allison didn't know where he lived but she did know how he liked his eggs. She also knew his favorite pie was cherry, but only if she brought it with a smile. "You remember me?" Negan scoffed, Allison nodded meekly. " Still not much for conversation are you gorgeous?" He laughed as he pulled the bat away from her face. "It's been what? Five, six years?" "Since I saw you last, somehow I just knew you'd make it, you were a survivor, and now here you are slaughtering what 100 of my men?!" He paused as if to ask her the question of how many of his men she really did kill, as if she actually kept a count. Allison remained silent even over his enticing glances. "Well know don't think that cause your something beautiful that ill just let this one fucking slide." He slung the bat over his shoulder hastily; Allison expected her heart rate to rise, to be afraid to die. Allison knew she died the moment she was born; everything that happened after was prolonging what would happen, the end to everyone's story. "Are you scared of me Allison?" he asked as if to suggest her forgot her name, even though she knew Negan knew it like his own name. Allison shook her head in response, staring him right in his brown eyes. "Speak when spoken to bitch!" A males voice from about 60 degrees behind her called out. Negans glance broke hers for the first time as she saw the anger flash in his face, as if going to defend her. "No I'm not." Allison managed to squeak out. This was the first time anyone in the Alexandria's group had heard her speak, as Negan gracefully mentioned before she wasn't much for conversation. Words only get you into trouble.
"Well why the hell not miss tough girl?" Negan followed, eager to hear her response. Something rose in her; she wanted to speak to him. "I was never afraid of death, and I'm not about to fucking start." She replied with confidence that was visually alarming on Negans face. " Well I have one more goddamn question before I send you sorry shits on your way. You're going to have a lot of work to do for me." " But I'd like to ask you to come back with me." He said staring at Allison. "now this is no stickup, everyone who's comes with me will do so on their own account, I'm not threatening your life or the lives of your dumbass friends." He reaches out his gloved hand to Allison, not as a handshake but as a gentlemen gesture to help her up, to take her back to him. "I'll make it realllll easy for you, all you have to do is take my hand, none of that conversation you hate so much." He shot his crooked smile at her, the smile that stayed with her in this world from the last. Without even considering the options she grabbed his hand and squeezed, he pulled her up with such ease and surprising strength considering his slight build. "Atta girl, front seat of my truck is yours!" She didn't want to look back at most likely the betraying looks of her comrades. For whatever happened she was drawn to Negan, even more in this world then the last. Allison didn't regret her actions, she was ready for whatever would become.